Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 49

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 49 -- Sex with sister while her three girlfriends listen.

Original: July 31, 2021

Submitted: July 11, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright 2021 Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister, mother/daughter), taboo, group sex, orgy, urban fantasy, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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- CHAPTER 49 - Surprise

I sighed, trying to think about how best to respond to Ms. Miriam's clarification about her concern not being in regards to regular people overhearing our conversation. Implying she was much more worried about a supernatural individual hearing, who might be interested to find out that she was an immortal succubus, or that she was solely protecting a dimensional gate that could unleash a literal apocalypse on our world, if the barrier was ever removed.

I took another deep breath. "That makes much more sense," I said simply, hoping to discreetly confirm that I understood now. "But anyway, yes. I do need you to teach me magic. And I also need your help with that stone." I paused. "And honestly, there are probably ways in which I need your help that I don't even realize yet. So, I kind of can't afford to reject you, no matter what you do, or don't do. And with the stone thing, I'm not about to make a request that could put your life in danger. Which of course means that I'm not going to reject you for having sex with others right now."

Ms. Miriam was quiet for a few seconds. "That..." She hesitated. "That makes me feel a little bit better."

I frowned at that, kind of wanting to emphasize that there were obviously certain things I'd prefer she did differently, but unable to bring myself to say it, considering everything else I'd just said was entirely true.

And sure, I knew I could theoretically demand she do all those things for me anyway, while abstaining from sex with others. But if I wanted her to continue respecting and trusting me, then it would have to be her own decision.

Otherwise, I really didn't have any right to dictate how she live her life, and no way in hell did I want her to end up risking her own safety, because she was concerned about how I'd feel with her using a random guy as a scapegoat, when she tried to dispel the powerful blood curse that would have otherwise killed me.

And fuck, the idea that she'd have to sincerely do that -- fuck a guy to dispel the curse -- really sucked.

But what could I do? What could I say?

Because as far as I was aware of, the scapegoat situation, in particular, wasn't something we could easily get around without her risking her own life.

I sighed heavily, really just not knowing what to say.

"Kai," Ms. Miriam said gently, in response to my sigh.

"Yeah?"

Her tone became more affectionate, but also began sounding a little somber too. "You're the first person. After all this time, you're the first person I might actually be able to have a real relationship with. Someone I can truly be with and not worry about whether or not I might hurt them, from being too low on energy." She paused. "And that...well, it kind of makes me afraid. I'm afraid of losing you. Afraid of you not wanting to be with me. This is literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, to an extreme degree, and I'm honestly a little terrified of messing it up." She sighed. "Like, I don't know if you've even really thought it through, but I sort of have a lot of baggage. Stuff that might make you change your mind about me. Stuff that might make you disgusted at me, for one reason or another."

"Stuff you've done?" I said in surprised, unsure of why she'd think that, considering I inherently understood what it meant for her to be a succubus.

Her voice was quiet. "Stuff done to me," she said almost inaudibly.

I grimaced at that, recalling how wet she was when she was terrified. "Ms. Miriam, I'd have to be a real asshole to not want you because of something that happened outside of your control."

She didn't respond.

"Or am I misunderstanding?" I asked hesitantly.

"I've...well, I've made a lot of poor decisions over the course of my life. Some things were my own fault, others not so much." She scoffed then, almost sounding annoyed at herself. "That question honestly isn't easy to answer, because we're literally talking about probably a dozen horrible things, and another two dozen unpleasant things, with some of them just being consequences of my own dumb decisions, and others being..." Her voice trailed off, only to become somber. "Just bad luck, I guess," she added quietly. "Wrong place, wrong time, kind of stuff. And some of the things were horrible, but only lasted for a short period of time, while other things were unpleasant for a long time...and then..." She hesitated. "And then, one thing that was horrible for a very long time."

I grimaced, only to take a deep breath. "Hey, Ms. Miriam?"

She sounded confused. "Umm, yeah? What is it?"

"I love you."

She didn't respond.

"And I'd like things to work out between us," I continued.

She sniffled. "Me...me too," she agreed.

"And, as I already mentioned, I kind of need you. So I can't really reject you. And even with everything you've just said, obviously I can kind of imagine what you might be talking about, and it still doesn't make me want to even consider rejecting you over it." I scoffed, my tone becoming more lighthearted. "I mean, you're literally the most alluring person on the planet. Kind of surprised you're even having this huge lapse in confidence."

She scoffed too, sounding equally as playful, even if it was obvious she'd been crying a little. "Well, you also left today. And I'm not even exaggerating when I say that you're the first person, ever, who I've had sex with, who also left willingly afterward."

"Wow, not even one guy, huh?"

"Or girl," she agreed. "Not even one. They all want to stay."

I smirked slightly, though I knew she couldn't see it. "Well, there's your answer then. You're irresistible. And even though I left today, I fully plan on visiting again. And as long as you'll allow me to come over, then I have no intention to ever stop visiting, no matter what. Because I truly need you."

Of course, what I wasn't saying was that I might not have sex with her if it turned out she'd fucked a bunch of other guys that day, but I did still plan on visiting at least. However, no way was I going to tell her that, since that's what she was inherently afraid of -- me refusing to have sex with her because she was still fucking around all the time.

At the end of the day, I still really wanted her to only fuck me, but I was at least willing to give her a possibly indefinite chance to choose that on her own.

The idea was kind of rough though, because she could say 'I think I'm going to give it up,' and so we'd fuck one day, but then she might fuck a bunch of guys the following day. And since I was sort of willing to give her the chance to adjust, I might not be unwilling when she again said, 'I think I'm going to give it up' the day after that...

Ms. Miriam's tone was suddenly somber again. "Even after I dispel that spell on the stone?" she said quietly. "Even after I teach you magic? You think you'll still need me?"

I sighed heavily, feeling uncertain of how to respond to that at first, only to have an idea. "Ms. Miriam," I said seriously. "If someone were to offer you a million dollars right now, would you accept it?"

She was immediately confused. "Well, yeah. Assuming there were no major strings attached, of course I would." She paused. "I have plenty of money," she added. "But just because I have enough doesn't mean I would turn down more of it, if..." Her voice trailed off, only to laugh. "Wait. Are you comparing me to a million dollars?" she wondered, amusement in her tone now.

I smirked. "Well, after making that point, I was going to say you were like a hundred billion, but yeah. Sort of, I guess."

She chuckled again, the most fucking adorable sound in the whole world. "That's cute."

"I do need you though," I admitted seriously. "Like, I don't know how to prove that to you, or to even make it sound logical, that I'd need you after having barely just met you, but I really do. And honestly, that truth kind of scares me a little too. Because I need you, I want you, and I kind of have no right to have any say about how you live your life." I sighed, realizing it was time to just be honest. "I know it's really hypocritical of me, but the fact that you could pretty much just do whatever you want, and I'd just have to put up with it, kind of makes me uncomfortable."

"You want me to stop fucking random men," she stated plainly.

I sighed heavily, not responding.

Because it wasn't like it was a question anyway. Of course she knew that's what I wanted.

Her voice was quiet as she continued. "I...I want to have a real relationship with someone," she said somberly. "I want to have sex with someone for hours at a time, every day of the week, for years upon years, and not be terrified I might go too far...and kill them."

"But?" I prompted, feeling like there was a 'but' coming.

She sighed, choosing to emphasize what she was saying. "You know, there's a form of intimacy that you can't experience with random partners. An intimacy that is only shared by those who have spent a ton of time together, like a married couple that's been together for fifty years. An intimacy that is truly unobtainable to those like me. I've t-tried," she added, her voice unexpectedly breaking. She took another deep breath, sounding collected again. "Similar to how Rebecca has done with her husband, I've tried. But it's never worked out. The moment I involve sex, that person becomes a true addict, and can no longer see me as anything other than a source of pleasure."

My eyes widened at that. "You mean, you've tried to have a romantic relationship, without the sex part?"

"Yes," she agreed somberly. "For Rebecca, the main problem is only frequency. But for me, it's so much more than that. As much as I enjoy seducing others, a part of me doesn't enjoy how it permanently enslaves them, much like an illegal drug might do. And it's hard to have a real partner -- a real relationship -- when you're just a 'high' to your partner. And seeing a man I love become an addict -- knowing I'm the cause of his addiction -- isn't a source of joy for me. Quite the opposite."

I knew Mrs. Rebecca had commented on the same subject earlier, when explaining why she rejected me as a test, but I could only imagine just how much more that was true for Ms. Miriam. In fact, there was probably a night and day difference between their plights.

A night and day difference between just how powerful of an influence they had on others.

And if having sex with Mrs. Rebecca was already like being addicted to a drug, then how much more overwhelming might it be for a normal human to have sex with a true succubus?

I mean, from the sound of it, the addiction was permanent.

The change absolute.

It made me wonder how Ms. Miriam actually managed to keep people away, almost wondering if maybe she had a method of making them feel like it was all a dream or something, so they didn't keep showing up at her doorstep all the time.

However, even despite what she was saying, I knew the overall situation was more complicated than that. Because she did truly enjoy seducing people, but it was an act that was also necessary, and secretly brought her a bit of grief too, at least when dealing with those she truly loved.

No doubt she'd accepted, long ago, that this was just how things were for her, choosing to just accept and enjoy her life, instead of driving herself crazy with guilt. Though, it was obvious that she couldn't completely escape the sadness, even if it wasn't on her mind at all hours of the day.

I took a deep breath. "Sounds complicated," I said simply.

She sounded surprised again. "Which part?"

"Just all of it. I mean, I assume you enjoy making people addicted to you, but there's also a part of you that hates it too. A part of you that wishes someone could truly love you back, apart from how you make them feel."

Her tone was quiet. "Umm, yeah. I guess it is kind of complicated. I kind of feel like Jekyll and Hyde sometimes. Part of me is a devious seductress, and the other part of me is a hopeless romantic."

"Just the way I like my women," I teased.

There was a brief pause...

Only for her to burst out laughing, a sincerely unrestrained chime of giggles.

"Oh goodness," she gasped, still laughing. "You really are special."

"Still doesn't sound like a compliment," I retorted, referring to the last time she'd said that, when I commented about her giving me Eskimo kisses.

"It's not!" she wheezed, laughing even harder.

I couldn't help but grin, happy to have lightened her mood. It took her a good half minute to finally calm down enough to continue.

"Oh, I like you so much," she commented, still sounding highly amused. "Truly, if soulmates exist, I'd feel confident you were mine. And that's saying something, considering how many people I've been with." She then sighed. "Well, I'm really glad I called you now. I feel a lot better after talking a little. And there are some things I'd like to discuss in person, but it can wait."

"Can I ask what you want to talk about? Like, just the general subject?"

She sighed. "Well, when I called, I was..." She hesitated. "Kind of sad. And anxious. I wanted to talk to you about what it would mean for us to be together. The kind of responsibilities such an arrangement might entail for you. Especially if I...well, if I started living differently."

My eyes widened in surprise.

At first, I was just shocked that she was implying she might really give up random sex for me, but then I considered the implications that might have, especially in terms of her current responsibility.

The gate.

The portal to another dimension.

A place where powerful and horrifying monsters existed.

A gate that she kept sealed...

With magic she obtained from fucking others.

And if she gave that up for me...

Well, shit.

It really was more complicated than I originally thought. Because if she had to rely on me as the sole source of magical energy, both to sustain herself and to keep the gate closed, then that essentially meant it would then be my responsibility to ensure the gate remained shut.

And sure, I had no doubt she would still continue to make trips down there to actually refill those orange crystals, but she still needed to get the magical energy from somewhere. Which ultimately meant that, if I wanted her to not fuck around, then I had to commit to that being partially my responsibility too.

And if I didn't fuck her for a long time, for whatever reason, then I had no right to be upset about her fucking around again to ensure that gate remained closed. Especially since the alternative would be apocalyptic in nature.

At the end of the day, the gate would have to come first.

Of course, I didn't have to accept that responsibility. I was sure that she'd still be more than happy to fuck me, along with all the other men in the world, and continue to remain solely responsible for the dimensional portal. But if I wanted to be more involved in her life, and especially if I wanted her to be more exclusive to me, then that would inherently mean I also accepted all her problems as my own.

I sighed. "I think I have an idea of what you're getting at," I admitted, knowing I should avoid talking about the gate over the phone. "And yeah, sounds like a conversation we need to have soon."

"Tomorrow is fine," she said reassuringly. "Or the next day. Now that we've talked about what was really bothering me, I feel a lot better." She paused, sounding a little sad again. "Sorry for being so needy."

"Not at all," I replied. "I mean, think about it from my perspective. You obviously want me, and that makes me really happy. And sure, I admit that I would prefer to wait at least until tomorrow before I stop by again, for a variety of reasons, but I am really happy to hear you miss me."

"I do miss you," she agreed quietly. She then sighed. "But yeah. I told you before I'm a bit of an impatient person by nature, but I can be patient with this situation. Especially since we're only talking about days here, not like months or years."

"Right," I agreed. "And I honestly miss you too. It's just I spent most of the day there and all."

"I understand," she replied. "And truly, I appreciate all the attention you gave me." She sighed. "And I know you keep saying you feel indebted to me, but I kind of feel the same way too."

"Oh really? Why is that?"

She sighed again. "Well, there's the obvious fact that you can keep up with my own sexual appetite, but then there's the whole thing with you making me cum the fucking hardest I ever have in my whole life."

"That's really not an exaggeration?" I wondered, kind of finding that hard to believe, but also realizing it must be true, since it appeared that the absorption of sexual energy might at least have the ability to enhance how strong her orgasm was.

More than that, I felt confident that was the case.

I didn't know if it was because she could actually feel my own lust too, in combination with hers, or if it was just that the magical energy stimulated her own pleasure. But the fact that she'd sucked up so much of my energy was the obvious reason why she literally squirted in my pants.

"It's truly not an exaggeration," she said reassuringly. "I don't want to explain why over the phone, but when we talk in person, I'd be happy to educate you on my orgasms."

I grinned. "Sure. Sounds wonderful."

"Oh, I'll make sure it's very wonderful. For both of us." She giggled. "Anyway, I suppose I've kept you too long. I..." She took a deep breath. "I really love you. I wish I had a stronger word for how I feel, but unfortunately, I'm limited by language. So instead, I'll just have to do my best to show how I feel with my actions."

Damn. I hoped that meant what I thought it meant.

"Me too," I agreed. "And feel free to message me again, even after we hang up. I realize it would have taken forever to have a lengthier conversation like this over text, but I'm more than happy to chat about less serious things. Or even serious things that can be communicated with less words."

She made an amused noise. "Thank you, cutie. I think I will. Bye for now. And thanks again."

"You're welcome," I replied warmly. "Talk to you in a little while."

"Bye," she repeated, before hanging up.

I took a deep breath, checking the time to see we'd been talking for roughly twenty minutes. Honestly, despite what I'd said earlier about listening out for the delivery guy, I'd completely forgotten about it for most of the call. However, between my sensitive sense of smell and hearing, I was easily able to verify that our order hadn't arrived yet.

At least, I didn't smell pizza, and when I focused back toward the house, I heard Gabriella chuckling at something, as well as someone sipping on a drink, probably Michelle drinking coffee, but otherwise heard no sounds of people eating.

Taking another deep breath, I focused on my phone again, figuring I'd take the initiative this time, just so Ms. Miriam was clear that I really did like her.

I sent a simple message.

'I love you.'

Her response came so quickly that I was convinced she was already typing it out, with my message being sent just a half second sooner.